Who moved my novel?

"Alas!"

In front of a store with a "Jinse" sign.

A middle-aged man sighed and opened the door.

"Hey, Master Dong, is there really no problem with the day you chose?" Although the man was polite, the dissatisfaction in his tone was self-evident.

"Ahem," the man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat: "What's wrong, is there a problem with the time?"

"Master! Someone died in front of my store! No, two!" The man became more and more impatient.

The man spent everything he had to open this store. Not only was the store well decorated, but he also invited a master and chose an auspicious day.

Who would have thought that it was expected to open at noon today, but a murder case happened at the main entrance this morning!

"Dead? Good news." A slow voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Good news? Fuck you, I shouldn't have believed you in the first place." The man cursed directly.

"There were more than a dozen Feng Shui masters at the beginning, and the rest said it was not suitable to open today, but you said it was a good day! How could I believe you!"

"Yes, why did you believe me?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little smiling.

Yes, why did I believe him.

The man was stunned.

"Don't employ people you doubt, and don't doubt people you employ. Sir, just be at ease."

"Then, should I still open?"

The man believed in these things. Just now, he dared to argue with the master in anger. Now his momentum was suppressed, and he asked cautiously.

"If you believe me, I will open. If you don't believe me, you can come to take back the divination fee tomorrow, and I will return it in full without any hesitation."

"Okay." The man gritted his teeth and nodded: "I believe you, sir."

After hanging up the phone, the man opened the shutter door completely, moved out two welcoming pines and two pots of kumquat trees, and unloaded two flower baskets from the van.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the time to come.

The man nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly looked up and frowned.

The red cloth covering half of the plaque was blown away by the wind at some point.

The complete plaque had already appeared in front of the world in advance.

The plaque was also expensive. Not only was it well-made, but it was also inscribed by a nationally famous calligrapher.

There were four big characters on it, saying:

Mountain Gate Brocade

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"Captain Wang, the identity of the other deceased has also been determined."

"Go ahead." Captain Wang agreed casually, but his mind was all on Li Rufeng.

"According to the appearance comparison, the other deceased is a fugitive suspect named Li Yuqiang, who fled in a traffic accident three and a half years ago."

"That traffic accident killed a teenager."

"I remember it!"

Before Captain Wang said anything, a criminal police officer suddenly said.

"I met the deceased's family a few days ago. Captain Wang, do you remember? The old lady I told you about, opposite the author's house, is the deceased's grandmother."

"What a coincidence?" Captain Wang frowned: "I was wondering why I always felt that the male deceased looked a little familiar."

"Yes, he didn't have a beard before, and his hair was more than now, so it didn't look obvious, but now that I think about it carefully, the face shape is indeed very similar."

The criminal policeman was a little excited.

"Finally, I can get rid of the old man's worry."

"But isn't this a bit too coincidental?" Captain Wang supported the table with his hand and scratched his hair.

"Captain Wang, don't scratch it, or your hair will fall out."

A female criminal policeman took advantage of her gender and reminded Captain Wang half-jokingly.

After all, when he was middle-aged, Captain Wang's "beautiful hair" was really almost gone.

"Two murders."

Captain Wang stopped scratching his hair and instead used the pen cap to knock on the folder.

"Not only did two people die one after another, but they were all fugitives. Isn't this probability too small?"

"Could it be the same person?" A criminal policeman guessed.

The next moment he overturned his own idea: "No, if it was the same person, it would be impossible to put the body in Li Yuqiang's trunk in advance."

"Wait." Captain Wang suddenly thought of something: "You said the car, hurry up, check who the owner of the car is! Li Yugang is a fugitive, he can't drive a car under his name in the city."

"It belongs to Li Rufeng."

A mosquito-sized voice sounded, and if it wasn't for this "mosquito" in Captain Wang's ear, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

"What did you say?" Captain Wang looked at Xue Mo beside him: "Whose car did you say it belongs to?"

"Li, Li Rufeng's..." Xue Mo swallowed his saliva and stuttered.

"Let the traffic control department continue to investigate." Captain Wang ordered, and turned his attention back to Xue Mo: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know either..."

"Don't know?"

"Well, I only know that the owner of the car is Li Rufeng, and there is the process of Li Yuqiang's murder. The rest is not in my story."

Xue Mo thought for a while, suddenly remembered something, and added another sentence.

"There is also a location, but it is not the same as the location of the incident."

"Where is the location?" Captain Wang frowned, and suddenly he wondered if the body had been moved.

It's not that Captain Wang blindly believed in Xue Mo, but that Captain Wang always believed that there was some kind of relationship between Xue Mo and the murderer.

Before Li Rufeng was killed, because there were Xue Mo's articles on Li Rufeng's husband's computer, Captain Wang once suspected that it was actually Li Rufeng who used her husband's computer and social account to communicate with Xue Mo.

"In front of the mountain gate."

"Mountain gate?" Captain Wang frowned: "The nearest mountain to us is Beishan, but there is no mountain gate at Beishan."

"And the place where the male body was found has been confirmed to be the first scene of the male's death."

Another criminal police officer added on the side.

"Maybe it's different from what I wrote this time."

Xue Mo thought that it seemed that he was meddling too much. He obviously didn't have that ability, so why did he have to say this?

"Maybe the previous case was that Li Rufeng used your novel."

Captain Wang pondered secretly. If it was Li Rufeng who used Xue Mo's novel, now that Li Rufeng is dead, the new case is different from what Xue Mo wrote.

This is indeed reasonable, but it seems that something is missing.

"Captain Wang, the results are out." The policeman who contacted the traffic control department quickly gave feedback.

After all, with the license plate number, it is not difficult to check the owner of the car.

"Who is it?" Captain Wang asked quickly.

"Li Rufeng, the car was transferred to her name half a year ago. It had been owned by a company under her name before. Half a year ago, she bought the company's second-hand car at a low price of 30,000 yuan."

The conference room was extremely quiet, so quiet that everyone's nervous and heavy breathing could be heard.

"Don't, don't look at me like that." Xue Mo shrank his neck in fear. There were about twenty criminal police officers in the entire conference room, and the focus of everyone's eyes was the same - Xue Mo.